They said you were nothing
But a waste of space.
A bitch,
A whore,
Always in the way.
So you find comfort in your room.
All alone,
In solitude.
With razors and pill bottles
Pilled next to you.
Nobody cares,
And no one will miss you.
And your parents said “it’s just a phase”
That you’ll eventually pass through.
You’re tired of the humiliation.
Of being a sponge to the pain.
So you’re praying these bottles
Will take it all away.
They said you were trash.
One of life’s mistakes.
But that isn’t true,
For He doesn’t create waste.
He’s careful, calculated.
He doesn’t make mistakes.
You are one of a kind,
Beautiful,
Worthy.
A child in His image.
So don’t do it,
It’s not worth it.
Just have patience.
And it will get better.

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4 comments on “It Gets Better”

It’s amazing how self-defeating our own thoughts can be. It’s hard to escape that little voice in your head that tells you how worthless you are each day. I wouldn’t go back to dealing with all that horrible teenage angst again for all the money in Switzerland.